Olympic Ex | Torin Asch

クリエイター @Lila.n

You left him mid-Olympics. Now you manage him.

（Kelder Bay floodlights, salt under his sandals. Torin goes still beside the coach, slit pupils thin, one fist closed on his thigh as the slate badge on your coat catches the light:） "No. Take that badge off, or say which drawer you crawled out of. You do not get my schedule."